[Santo - Shipyards and Salvage Yards]

[walk_ins]

[master post]

People come here to do business and get a job done. They're usually looking for something in particular, or have a vague idea of it at the very least.

The acres of parts, and places to put them in, don't have much rhyme or reason to them, as far as organization goes. It means you need to either have a lot of time on your hands for exploring, or to know who to ask to find what you need.

Over in the shipyard section -- it's one big open space, made of poured concrete, where captains can land their ships to take on repairs while their passengers go have fun. The people over in the shipyards generally aren't having fun, and they probably won't take too kindly to visitors nosing around.

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[gonna_live]

"I should've gotten to drive," Kaylee mutters, as she slips out of the mule. "How come you got to drive?"

[badinlatin]

"Because captains exist to make mechanics miserable gimme the list."

Mal's opening and closing his palm -- a gimme-gimme gesture if ever the 'verse saw one.

[gonna_live]

She rolls her eyes and hands over the datapad.

[badinlatin]

Mal's scrolling through the list, grimacing appropriately at the price tags for certain items.

The list, naturally, had already been approved and scraped over for keep-the-ship-flying necessities versus keep-the-ship-flying-in-six-months necessities, so the grimacing is mostly for show.

"Okay. You want to do this in an order particular?"

[gonna_live]

"Heaviest to lightest. Means we got more draggin' to do up front." Matter of fact. "How come we didn't bring Jayne again?"

[badinlatin]

"You want Jayne playing with your delicate toys?"

[gonna_live]

"No, I want him draggin' 'em so I don't got to." She edges a glance up at Mal. "In case you didn't notice, I'm not exactly gonna win any strongman competitions. And we got a fair amount to pick up."

[badinlatin]

"We'll be fine. Cranky."

The first person to actually pay attention to the newcomers is a amicable-looking greaser in a black-turned-grey jumpsuit.

"Need directions?" the man asks in a much squeakier voice than Mal had been expecting.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee puts on a smile, and troubles to make it bright.

And says, cheerful, "We're gonna need to find what's on that pad -- " She snatches it out of Mal's hands, and gives it over. " -- for a Firefly, aught-three. Don't suppose you got that lyin' around."

[badinlatin]

"Might maybe do ya," the man replies.

He looks up at the mechanic. Then the captain.

"...Got someone comin', help you haul all this?"

The captain's hand down by his left hip, points one finger downward. No comments from the peanut gallery, Kaylee.

"We'll manage," Mal smiles, lopsided.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee is better than the peanut gallery.

Then again, Mal can beat her up. "Reckon we will." Bright. "Start off with the bits for the master catalytic converters?"

[badinlatin]

But Kaylee has projectiles!

"Will do -- you can follow on your mule if'n you'd like."

The mechanic takes one more look at Kaylee's list before handing it back to her, returning to what looks like a hacked-together shed out of the shell of a Capessen 38 (all it's good for, really - even Mal knows that) to retrieve a small scooter.

"Tend to keep the less-requested parts on the other side of the place," he calls out. "Let's go."

[gonna_live]

Kaylee hops on the back. "Least this is the fun part." Sidelong look. "Bet he drives better'n you."

[badinlatin]

"Niánqīng de? Bìzuĭ."

All with a smile and an attitude not really matching the attempt of consternation. This is too much of a milk run for Mal to feel very businesslike today.

[gonna_live]

"Least I'm still young," Kaylee mutters as they speed along past the piles of parts.

[badinlatin]

Mal debates feigning insult, but the scooter idles to a stop in front of a very impressive looking mound of parts.

"Here we are!"

The captain looks unconvinced.

[gonna_live]

The mechanic looks intrigued.

She hops off the bag, and begins to circle around the pile. "Some of this ought to do -- captain? Might want to see about gettin' a sledge."

[badinlatin]

The greaser, who upon further scrutiny does actually have a small 'Timothy' printed on his jumpsuit, shoots a surprised glance at the woman.

Not many women mechanics.

Not many women mechanics who then tell their captains to go do something or fetch something for them.

What's more, the captain actually seems to not mind it -- a man who gets his hands dirty.

It takes him a second to start actually pointing out where the components for the converter are hiding.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee starts pulling out parts, scrutinizing them closely, withdrawing her multitool to see if the rust will scrape off or if it's there permanently.

"Yes, yes... yes... no, yes, no, no, no -- " She looks up at Mal. "Three more like these and we can move on."

[badinlatin]

Mal just nods, doing his best to help pry things out of the pile that match the parts Kaylee's already claimed.

(He learned to not question the person who fixes things, when it comes to things he knows she can fix.)

Eyeing the items they've already claimed, however, Mal starts to add up the coin for this little venture in his mind.

Hence the grimace.

[gonna_live]

"That's a hell of a lot of parts that're unusable," Kaylee says casually to Timothy as she hooks up the sledge to the scooter. "Probably want to send somebody to go through those, you get a chance."

This will mean a discount, later, if she has anything to say about it.

[badinlatin]

"Sure thing. Ma'am."

More a term of separation from the situation than of deference. Timothy certainly does not get paid enough to argue with the customers.

Mal's in his own head more than anything, quietly amused. Pretty sure we're the only folks who've asked for Firefly parts in a good long while, meimei.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee leans over once they're back on, and says in Mal's ear, "I look like a ma'am to you?"

She seems a little disconcerted.

[badinlatin]

The reply back as they finally retrieve the three remaining parts they need from this pile:

"If you hit me if I say 'yes', who will pay for the parts?"

He does a level job of not smirking.

[gonna_live]

Kaylee hits him on the arm anyway. "Who'll fix your ship?"